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Staying in his leaned position against the wall, Silas let his gaze wander away from Aella to look around the bar. He had been here a handful of times, mostly when the band played but a couple of times after sneaking away to get a much needed drink. Considering his less than human status, it took a bit to get him drunk. Silas was more used to the extremely strong fairy alcohol that knocked him on his ass at home. Human alcohol was barley comparable, but getting about ten or so drinks in him did soften him up a bit so he didn’t want to hurl everything he saw at a wall. Self medication at it’s finest.
Studying some of the faces of those around him, he’d already spotted the blonde sitting at a booth by herself. He recognized her as Aphrodite’s daughter, though he had never spoken to her before. He had seen her once or twice at this bar before, and had been in occasional contact with Cupid until he went radio silent.
Soon enough, another familiar demi-god face popped next to the blonde. Diana was Ares kid, and worked at the bar so he’d seen her nearly every time he was in here. Silas had probably spoken around 10 words to the girl. Chaos really seemed to follow her wherever she went, like father like daughter. He was honestly shocked she hadn’t been assigned a guardian, but he could only image that if she had one, the poor person would be more frustrated than Arial and Silas put together. Diana seemed nice, but damn it would be a handful fixing the mess her aura created around her.
Moving his eyes to briefly look at the band again as they wrapped up the song, he moved his gaze slightly until catching the familiar head of Zan sitting right in the fucking front row. “Gods help me,” Silas all but practically snarled, not seeing Ariel anywhere near him. He was about to stock over there and physically remove him, until Ariel suddenly burst in with two guys—one who looked familiar— before approaching him. Aella and Ben began another song.
Silas was all but ready to give his red-headed friend shit for ignoring his calls and texts, but her whispered words caused a long groan to escape him as a headache started to spread in his head. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he closed his eyes tightly, trying to compose himself. Opening his eyes to look at the guys by the door again, he muttered, “what the hell was Hades thinking.” What good would releasing the bloody hell hound do if the kid knew nothing of his past? Thank fate that they were all brought here at least before he lost his damned mind.
Snapping his head over to the brunette that strolled towards them, he simply glowered at Diana. Ignoring her question all together, Silas asked, “can we use your backroom?” The girl stared at him in confusion for a couple seconds before snapping out of it. “Uh, yeah? Yeah, sure, what for?” Silas moved to stare at the two guys again, stating, “you’ll find out since you’ll be there. Bring your blonde friend over there with you.” Silas muttered, nodding a head at Aphrodite’s daughter direction. Looking down at Ariel, Silas ordered, "I’m not waiting for their set to be over. Go grab the guys and your idiot, while I go deal with mine.”
Silas was not looking forward to explaining all of this to Aella. He was probably going to get hit.
Studying some of the faces of those around him, he’d already spotted the blonde sitting at a booth by herself. He recognized her as Aphrodite’s daughter, though he had never spoken to her before. He had seen her once or twice at this bar before, and had been in occasional contact with Cupid until he went radio silent.
Soon enough, another familiar demi-god face popped next to the blonde. Diana was Ares kid, and worked at the bar so he’d seen her nearly every time he was in here. Silas had probably spoken around 10 words to the girl. Chaos really seemed to follow her wherever she went, like father like daughter. He was honestly shocked she hadn’t been assigned a guardian, but he could only image that if she had one, the poor person would be more frustrated than Arial and Silas put together. Diana seemed nice, but damn it would be a handful fixing the mess her aura created around her.
Moving his eyes to briefly look at the band again as they wrapped up the song, he moved his gaze slightly until catching the familiar head of Zan sitting right in the fucking front row. “Gods help me,” Silas all but practically snarled, not seeing Ariel anywhere near him. He was about to stock over there and physically remove him, until Ariel suddenly burst in with two guys—one who looked familiar— before approaching him. Aella and Ben began another song.
Silas was all but ready to give his red-headed friend shit for ignoring his calls and texts, but her whispered words caused a long groan to escape him as a headache started to spread in his head. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he closed his eyes tightly, trying to compose himself. Opening his eyes to look at the guys by the door again, he muttered, “what the hell was Hades thinking.” What good would releasing the bloody hell hound do if the kid knew nothing of his past? Thank fate that they were all brought here at least before he lost his damned mind.
Snapping his head over to the brunette that strolled towards them, he simply glowered at Diana. Ignoring her question all together, Silas asked, “can we use your backroom?” The girl stared at him in confusion for a couple seconds before snapping out of it. “Uh, yeah? Yeah, sure, what for?” Silas moved to stare at the two guys again, stating, “you’ll find out since you’ll be there. Bring your blonde friend over there with you.” Silas muttered, nodding a head at Aphrodite’s daughter direction. Looking down at Ariel, Silas ordered, "I’m not waiting for their set to be over. Go grab the guys and your idiot, while I go deal with mine.”
Silas was not looking forward to explaining all of this to Aella. He was probably going to get hit.